This time the torture was one of burning with red-hot irons.
Tige had brought in with her a small charcoal furnace with which to heat the implements of torture.
She first touched the irons to the soles of the victim's feet.
Then Tige touched the iron to the palms of Helen's hand.
It was terrible!
Helen had lived so generously that she was stronger in body than when tortured before, and as she writhed and twisted the ropes squeaked and strained.
A throe of anguish caused her to concentrate her strength with one grand effort, and the rope that held her right hand parted.
Quick as a flash she dragged off the gag, and madly shrieked for help.
Tige sprang on her to throttle her, to choke her down; but her hands became nerveless and her face like that of a corpse, as a ringing voice exclaimed:
"Help is here!"